I don't really know what to say about me really... I don't really care about me, and that is my problem.
I spend too much time caring about those around me, that iniside is nothing but a jumbled mess of pain, torture and confusion. I constantly live in a cloud of confusion, a storm of never ending sadness. Sure I fake, I wear my mask... but inside? It hurts. It hurts so much that I just don't know what to do with myself. My past, is a jumbled mess of memories.... abuse, pain, loss..... Many a times I have tried to end my life, and many a times life has left me standing.
Don't think I am all woes though... I have a dream. I dream of moving to Paris... (thats right, I don't really live in France, but in my mind I do)... I dream of playing piano... singing, and playing guitar... I dream of helping others like me through music.... and I have a hope. One person whom I love so much, one person who accepts me for who I am and loves me too. She is my hope.